In search of a missing cup for a set of dishes, my latest excursion found me at a local Goodwill. After finding the cup I needed, I passed by a glass display case and, to my surprise, spotted some carnival glass. On closer inspection, I recognized the somewhat rare peacock pattern.
Just as I was looking at the case, an employee walked over to unlock it to place more items inside; surely a sign. I asked to see the pieces and the woman gladly obliged. Together we admired the three bowls I wanted to purchase. Once I confirmed there was no damage, she took them to the counter for me.
As the cashier scanned my purchases, she also admired the pieces. We had a lovely conversation about collecting and after a few moments, parted ways, both of us with smiles. As I walked away, an older gentleman, who had seen me buy them, stopped to ask me about my purchase. I explained what they were, talked about my collection and how excited I was to find these.
He talked about his years of collecting and the pieces he had. For a few moments in the sunlit vestibule of Goodwill we made a connection; two people, generations apart sharing a common interest. Though we may never meet again, that one moment made the day a little brighter for the both of us.
These connections are as valuable to me as the antiques themselves. Countless people have been brought into my life by something as simple as a teacup. Friendships have been formed and bonds solidified over a shared love of collecting. Memories have been made that can be recalled just by glancing at a treasured collectible.
Some pieces I may keep, and some I may sell, but each one brings the potential, like birds of a feather, of one antique lover connecting with another.